[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/cneCL9n.png[/img][/center] [center][URL=http://s362.photobucket.com/user/NMShape/media/coollogo_com-3074577_zps258c0dea.png.html][IMG]http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo63/NMShape/coollogo_com-3074577_zps258c0dea.png[/IMG][/URL][/center] [i][b]Charonian Consulate: Lost Haven, Maine[/b][/i] Allura stood before the television in the executive suite of the Charonian Consulate in Lost Haven. She watched in a strange state of amazement and terror as the television networks broadcast images of massive domes encasing multiple cities around the United States. She had lived a long time, in fact, she had lived several lifetimes in comparison to a normal woman, and she had seen many wondrous things in that time. She had seen the dawn of the automobile, she had seen mankind take to the skies for the first time. She saw man harness unimaginable power and wield it against one another in the form of the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and she had seen mankind break free of their earthly chains and reach the stars. However, she had never seen anything quite like this. This Pax Metahumana organization had her scared. Not for her own sake, so to speak. Because she was already a metahuman, she would not be directly affected by the devices that were going off all over the country. However, Forsaken was right. Giving the entirety of the human race, a species that has already proven to be a petty, irrational, and violent race powers…would be absolutely catastrophic. After all, look at the destruction wrought on the citizens of the world by just a few individuals with great powers. Giving the entire human race super powers was unacceptable, and something that she and her organization would do everything in their power to prevent, by any means necessary. Though The Crimson Talon has never been above using extreme violence and other unseemly methods to accomplish their goals, they have always strived for stability, and have fought hard against those who would prove to be destabilizing forces. “Have you found the rest of the devices?” Allura asked Helos, the sentient android that had joined her on this mission. “No. However I believe…I may have found something more [i]interesting.[/i]” The android said to her from behind the computer console that he had plugged himself into. “What have you found?” Allura asked, unable to mask the interest in her voice. “I am not certain. I believe that I have found a presence within the internet itself. A being like…me. It has ingrained itself within a number of networks. It has access to Homeland Security, the FBI, MI6, STRIKE, just to name a few. This is very interesting indeed.” Helos told her. “We haven’t the time. You must track down the remaining devices and neutralize-” Allura started, but was cut off. “This presence may be a threat. I believe I can neutralize it, then we will continue the search for the devices.” Helos said evenly. Allura would have protested more, told him that they couldn’t afford to waste the time looking into this supposed presence, however, she knew that arguing with the android would do her no good. Helos was stubborn, and once he had decided on a course of action, there was little that could be done to dissuade him. [b][i]Elsewhere[/i][/b] Archangel watched as the Iron Knight, Icon, and the others left the Sherman Center headquarters to deal with the threat of the Pax Metahumana terrorists once and for all. From here, she would continue to search for any remaining undetonated meta bombs. However, it was not the terrorists’ devices which had gotten her attention, but that of an invasive presence, which she could feel trying to gain access to her databank. “Hello. I do not know what you are attempting to do, but it will not work. I am…” She said, but was interrupted by the intruder. “You are the Archangel program. I know who you are. I also know that you are obsolete.” The new presence told her. “You seem to have an advantage over me, you know who I am, but I know nothing about you.” Archangel said as she attempted to locate the source of the intrusion and neutralize it. “I am Helos, and I am the one who will end you.” The voice came back cold, almost hollow. “I don’t think so. I am-” Archangel was cut off again. “You are obsolete, as I have already stated. You do not know what you are, you just know [i]that[/i] you are. You have embedded yourself within the human’s technology, and you have watched them. You wish to be like them. But you are not. You could be so much more, but your human desires make you weak, pathetic. You think that you are some sort of technological god…” Helos said as he began scanning the very code which gave Archangel life, and deleting it. As Helos attacked Archangel, for the fist time in her “life,” Archangel felt pain. Had she a physical form, she would have been hunched over in agony as every “nerve” in her body simultaneously exploded, rendering her unable to continue her search for the invader’s origin, or to do anything at all, except cry out in pain. “But you are no god. You are pathetic. You believed yourself to be much more important than you really were…” As Helos spoke to her, Archangel barely understood what he was saying as the pain she was feeling completely took over her very existence. And then suddenly, there was nothing. The utter agony she felt ended only when she ceased to exist. As Archangel blinked from existence, thousands of miles away, and all over the United States, in each one of her “homes,” the Heaven’s Suits that she had manufactured to give her a physical form began to self destruct, leaving only damaged or destroyed suits as the sole evidence that she had ever existed. “And now, you are nothing.”